She had single-handedly plotted and tricked Zavian into taking his blood and given it to Lydia herself. There were several instances she could have stopped, but her body didn't belong to her. She was a wooden puppet tied by some invisible strings, most likely Lydia's doing herself.
But ruminating over past mistakes wasn't going to solve anything and finding someone to blame wouldn't salvage what was ruined. What has been done has been done.
"I know you would also hate me when you wake up," Neera sobbed, putting a hand over her mouth to muffle the sounds. "But Zavian needs you now more than ever. You are the one that he needs by his side now. Please Freya, wake up. It's been so long already."
She tapped at Freya's hand, lightly at first, before it became more insistent.
"Please, I don't want him all alone," she begged. "Please."
